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Dec 2014
the past is the past
at least that's what they say
so why does it seem the past
is following me
i can run without looking back
but it always catches up
i can hide in the highest places
but somehow it finds me
laura
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laura  Sacramento, CA, USA
(Sacramento, CA, USA)   
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